Sundays Are Nice

I love Sundays.

I just saw a commercial for the movie Feast. Never heard of it? Consider yourself lucky. Way back a few months ago Tim brought this movie over one night to the apartment and there was one scene in particular he said we just had to see. Afterward when it was over (but of course we had to watch it three or four times) Tim was talking about how he KNEW each of us would react in the exact manner that we did.

My reaction: "EW! EW! EW! EW! EW! MAKE IT STOP! TEL ME WHEN IT'S OVER!" I also plugged my ears and all but buried my face in Evan's shoulder so I wouldn't have to see or hear what was going on as they played it over and over and over.

Brett's reaction: "What the fuck?" He then went back into his room and closed the door.

Evan's reaction: "That was fucking awesome/hilarious/great! etc." He and Tim had the same reaction to it.

I had pretty much blocked this scene out of my mind until I just saw the advertisement. Ew. I don't know what prompted me to suddenly write about that, maybe because even now months later, Tim brings it up every so often just to gross me out.

Speaking of Tim - thanks for the three missed calls I had last night when I didn't show up for Fight Night. I didn't figure anyone would notice if I wasn't there so I was surprised to get calls from him and Brett, as well as texts. But I was baby-sitting Jay and we had so much fun, I miss hanging out with that kid, he's seriously one of the coolest kiddos ever. We made blanket forts, because that's what we do and it pretty much covered the entire living room. I don't normally like to brag, but I am a pretty bad-ass blanket fort builder. We played some PS2, very fun. We had some pizza and just goofed around. I wouldn't mind watching him regularly again, especially when it gets nice out and we can be outside running around again. That was always fun. I'm sure this summer I will be watching him a lot more again.

My blog is my blog, where I can vent and say whatever I want. It bugs me sometimes that I almost have to censor myself, or else what I say or do might be misinterpreted or misread. I shouldn't have to censor myself in my own blog and from now on I refuse to do so.

JT in FOUR DAYS. Tom pointed out to me last night that my count was off by a day. I was drunk, leave me alone. The count is right as of now and I am so psyched. I didn't think I was going to get to go, so Tom pretty much made my birthday pretty groovy when he asked if I wanted to. Can not wait. Despite his best efforts not to be, Tom can actually be a pretty good guy most of the time.

Daughtry is playing at Knickerbockers tonight and I am so PISSED I am not going. Tickets sold out in about 20 minutes. *Sigh* I was so in love with him and for the first time last season actually watched a whole season of Idol just because he was on. I don't really like Idol except for the beginning when you get to see the auditions. And it's just not the same watching without Teetz. I am so over Idol.

I am super psyched about starting my long-term position. Sarah is going to be induced on Wednesday so I am starting Tuesday full time. Yay. I have all of Spring Break to get Language Arts lesson plans done and that'll will be nice. Everything is done for the next two weeks but I want to be prepared because I do not like the unknown. I need to know what is happening each day, I am kind of retarded about stuff like that. Oh well.

Speaking kind of about Spring Break, I am going home, yay. Get the fuck out of Lincoln for a while, which is something I always look forward to. I hate this fucking place, though I do enjoy the weekends more now that Shelly and I pretty much go crazy. I have so many stories just from this last week alone, I wouldn't even know where to begin. Friday kicked ass, we went to Don and Millie's, then Knickerbocker's which I already talked about, what with the cutting off my arm for Daughtry tickets thing. We hung out with some friends of her and the band after the show, it was sweet. I also got hit on my creepy old men at Mum's Liquor. Ew. We walk in and these old dudes were like, "Daaaaaaamn." I think I told them to shut the fuck up but I can't really remember, I was smashed.

I have a really good story from work about this dude who wanted business cards for his escort service. But that story will have to wait for another time because I am in serious need of groceries. Later kids.